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It starts deep within, Your abdomen, A twisting stab, Like your guts getting gripped. The feeling flows up and through you, A hollow burning leaving you in cold sweats, I feel a pang in my chest as it grips my heart, These phantom hands play with me and I can't catch my breath. I try to swallow but the fingers have pried off my aortic and pinch my vocals, My throats so tight, Like a chord clamps been pressed upon me. My voice won't come out, Only sound is in tune to F sharp, Meek I am Meek I feel Meek you see Now how many of you thought love and how many fear? Ask yourself either way, what's the difference? Perspective is everything and I plead to you, Understand both.
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Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 11:51 PM UTC
Something's Caught in my Throat
It starts deep within, Your abdomen, A twisting stab, Like your guts getting gripped. The feeling flows up and through you, A hollow burning leaving you in cold sweats, I feel a pang in my chest as it grips my heart, These phantom hands play with me and I can't catch my breath. I try to swallow but the fingers have pried off my aortic and pinch my vocals, My throats so tight, Like a chord clamps been pressed upon me. My voice won't come out, Only sound is in tune to F sharp, Meek I am Meek I feel Meek you see Now how many of you thought love and how many fear? Ask yourself either way, what's the difference? Perspective is everything and I plead to you, Understand both.
Lexisseeninblack
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Lexisseeninblack
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 11:51 PM UTC
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